FIC: This Is Not How I Want To Be Forgotten
This Is Not How I Want To Be Forgotten (or: Ten Times Damon Doesn't Choose Stefan)
Damon+Stefan; Damon/Elena(/Stefan), Lexi/Stefan references, Damon/Lexi (IDEK) | ambiguous future setting | ~2600 words | R
Foraerintine andverdant_fire, both of whom I've owed Salvabros fic for several decades. Um. This is subtextual (but not really) homoerotic transference fic, I guess ( Read more... )
Damon+Stefan; Damon/Elena(/Stefan), Lexi/Stefan references, Damon/Lexi (IDEK) | ambiguous future setting | ~2600 words | R
Foraerintine andverdant_fire, both of whom I've owed Salvabros fic for several decades. Um. This is subtextual (but not really) homoerotic transference fic, I guess ( Read more... )
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Damon hasn't seen Stefan since... the lonely turn of a dark blue moon. It's a sentimental phrase.
Stuff like this screams Damon for me. Thinking about the phrase and not the time, not the feeling.
Stefan's eyes dart nervously, melodramatically, as though expecting to be discovered at any moment, as though his personal wrongness is any wronger than, say, the elderly woman in a flower-print leotard to their right.
UGH THIS. Really sharp, easily my favorite little section. Fuckin' Bon Jovi.
He shouldn't be surprised when she sighs, "Do you always have to bring up Stefan?" (You do this, you do; you sabotage things.)
"He's my brother," Damon responds, for some reason.
Oh, kids.
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Fuckin' Bon Jovi indeed.
Thanks for the awesome comment. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Loved Damon feeding Stefan his blood. I don't usually ship these two in a sexing way, but this scene is hot. And this:
Dear Diary, Damon imagines, Prayer circle that my brother and ex-girlfriend don't fuck on the couch. Think of the upholstery.
Awesome Damon voice.
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I suppose I was not supposed to whimper and cry (fail)
I suppose I was supposed to find Damon/Lexi lol (fail again)
I suppose I was supposed to be able to keep any part of myself together while reading this, to be rational, analytic, aloof.
FAIL.
You've blessed me. You are a credit to your cow and your beadwork.
Your Lexi voice is amazing. Your Damon is pure Damon. The lolsex is... you WOULD lol him with Lexi, wouldn't you. Troll. Elena and Damon being all wrapped up in Stefan is PERFECT.
Maybe Damon would open his wrist afterwards, grant the man mercy, just because he can -- while Stefan growls a foot away, still hungry, always hungry, maybe growing hungrier at the sight of Damon forcing his blood into the other man's gasping mouth ( ... )
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I suppose I was supposed to find Damon/Lexi lol (fail again)
IT IS LOL THO
You are a credit to your cow and your beadwork.
:') :') :')
10 times he doesn't choose Stefan, indeed. Tell us another, D
I COUNTED ON YOU TO UNDERSTAND. ^^)
Thank you very much, dear Jamie. I am gladdened to have murdered you, truly. You too are perfect in my eyeballs. /vomits all over you
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Life shouldn’t be that way: an adolescent cry.
I hate you. I hate you so much. Why am I relating to this? Stop doing this.
Oh fuuuuck number five. I want to cry. And also yank at Damon's hair (wtf?). He looks so stupid on the carpet. Tell him, the carpet doesn't hear. The simplicity of Damon makes promises. shatters my soul. Why is that. Explain this. I feel the urge to kick him. He never keeps his vows anyway. (How dare you with the last parenthesis? I refuse to acknowledge it any further.)
Damon hasn't seen Stefan since... the lonely turn of a dark blue moon. It's a sentimental phrase.phase. blue. sentimental. moon. blue. blue. moon ( ... )
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Your irony-timing does good things to my soul. I appreciate it ~grandly (as you can probably tell by the way I've quoted half of your fic back at you *hides*).
I will not comment on the diary thing. I trust you to know my feels.
Meanwhile, Elena's giggling girlishly at something on TV, her fingers casually playing with Damon's shirt, brushing his abdomen, lazily moving lower.
Ughhh ELENA FEELS ARE SO OVERWHELMINGLY DISTRACTING. (I wonder, how do they deal with this in MF?)
It'd be too easy.
AHHH BUT YOU'RE DOING IT AGAAAAINNN? HELP. ME. SOMEBODY.
Um yeah. That ending. I will spare you the vomit, yes? Good.
Words you have taught me today :
- supine
- upholstery
- semicolon (because I had to look it up)
/this has been a foreseeable reaction? If not, I'm sorry and I will buy you a pet monkey? (in my defense, it is pretty late/early over here so I might be slightly drunk on sleep-deprivation)
Lots of hate <3
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I will not comment on the diary thing. I trust you to know my feels.
*nodnod*
Words you have taught me today :
- supine
- upholstery
- semicolon (because I had to look it up)
I LIVE TO BE OF USE IN SUCH WAYS. <<<<<<333333
And once again you are far too good to me. Thank you rather much for these epic comments, friend. I am especially glad the Damon and Lexi character voices treated you well. And of course, I rejoice always in prodding you into emotional meltdowns. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Why am I relating to this?
BECAUSE WE ARE BOTH DOOOOOOOOMED. ♥
I feel the urge to kick him. He never keeps his vows anyway.
<<<<<<<<<3333333333 I just so wanted to poke at the fact that as heartfelt and powerful as that scene was, it was also so terribly self-absorbed and indulgent. I mean, the dude even has the nerve to answer "right now, you're all I've got." UM? (lol the people I choose to be my favourites.)
AND I REFUSE TO READ GERMAN LITERATURE IN FRENCH. HOW DO I DEAL WITH LIFE. AND REALLY, WHY DO YOU EXIST? TO TORMENT ME, I KNOW.
YOUR EXTREME REACTIONS TO MY NONSENSE ARE UNWARRANTED, TBH.
Why did I picture a shiny coat? I am traumatized.
... Good? The more ludicrous, the better? IDEK.
YOU ARE AN AWFUL PERSON. MY HEART DOES NOT FUNCTION ANYMORE. EVERYTHING IS BLUE AND I HATE YOU.
Music to my ears. ♥
Whyyy doesn't Stefan want to see??? He is the worst.
who wouldn't want to see Damon make shapes with his cigar smoke though.
I'm aesthetically traumatized by the lack of ( ... )
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(dyin' on a prayer, he might be tacky enough to joke to himself -- he's not that tacky).
OH YES YOU ARE DAMON SALVATORE. You're exactly that kind of tacky. And pretty much every other kind, too.
(You do this, you do; you sabotage things.)
YES YES YES.
(They don't actually plan to fuck on Stefan's sheets.)
(It just happens.)
Suuuuuure, Damon. Sure.
"Has anyone told you that you reek of desperation?" she says, not looking at him
Someone needed to tell him that! I mean, he knows, obviously, but it still needs to be said.
Sorry, bro, Damon thinks, while his brother's maybe-girlfriend moves ecstatically over him (he might as well not be there at all): I just can't seem to help myself.
Oh, Damon.
He'd grab Stefan by the collar, a heavy anchor, and press their foreheads together as they both breathe harshly, in and out through their bloodstained mouths.
WHO EVEN ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? Nobody gets Damon the way you do. Ugh.
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You're exactly that kind of tacky. And pretty much every other kind, too.
TROLOLOL indeed.
Someone needed to tell him that! I mean, he knows, obviously, but it still needs to be said.
We are in violent agreement.
Nobody gets Damon the way you do.
What an accomplishment to my name! On my gravestone they will write "she possessed the uncanny ability to psychoanalyse fictional psychopaths" (we know this.)
And of course, thank you for the lovely comment. It is always a pleasure! ♥
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